Monday, January 19, 2015

I can't believe the next holiday will be Valentine's Day! It seemed we just had Christmas a week ago. Or maybe that's because I haven't put away my Christmas decorations yet. My friend Eva Lefoy told me about this GLBT Valentine's Day call for the Love is a Mess anthology but I ran out of time to write a story.

No worries! There are lots of yummy offerings here and Eva even brought an excerpt from her short story Property of Cupid.

Excerpt:

Good lord, he’d never realized soap could be so erotic. He shivered as the man’s hands roamed his slippery body, up and down his torso, down his thighs. When he twirled soapy fingers around his balls he nearly lost it. From his position, he thought the man meant to suck his cock, but he didn’t. He spun him around, pressing his front to the plastic shower wall and knelt behind him. Strong fingers dug into his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. Then a face slipped between them, a tongue making a wet landing on his tight hole.

“Oh my God…” However many times he’d imagined this happening to him, his fantasy had fallen far short. The soft firmness of the touch stole what little control he had. The tongue delved into his ass, licking and caressing and all he could do was quiver in response. With his cock pressed tight against the shower stall, he clawed at the wall and whimpered. “Oh. Oh. God. Oh…”

The man stopped licking, pressing a finger to his entrance instead. “You like that? Like what I’m doing to you?”

“Y-yeah. God. Just…” He clawed at the wall some more, his breath stuttering as the digit pressed past his ring. Somehow the man had brought lube to ease his way.

“If I touch you here, is it good? Hmm?” He curled his finger, hitting Jeremy’s prostate, then stood, pressing his chest into Jeremy’s back. Hot breath and teeth grazed his left shoulder.

“Yes. Yesss.” He gritted his teeth, and his breath hissed through them.

“Have you ever had anything there to make you come? Ever put a toy in there, Jeremy?”

“N-no. I never…” He whimpered as the man pushed a second finger inside and worked the spot harder.

“Never?”

All the sudden the heat between their bodies blazed, making the water seem cold. The man ground into him with fervor, his erection iron-hard as he rutted against his thigh and left ass cheek. “Oh God. That’s… Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”

He bit his lips, trying desperately to hold back a scream. The way his legs were shaking, he couldn’t restrain himself much longer.

“I’m going to fuck your virgin ass all night, Jeremy. But first, I want to hear you come for me.”

He slid a third finger inside and curled all three of them. The pressure was instantly incredible. His cocked leaked desperately while his jaw dropped and he sucked breath against the plastic.

“Come for me. I don’t care if the neighbors hear. Just let it out. Now.”

The hoarse command in his ear pooled moisture between his legs, super-heating his balls. Unable to take the delicious torture one second longer, the release burst from his shaft in a torrent, from his lips in a single scream. He’d never imagined being handled so expertly. Part of his heart seized, wishing all his former love interests had possessed the skills to rip his control to shreds. This man seemed to press every one of his buttons with utmost accuracy. “Oh Gooooooddddd!” The word rattled out as his knees gave way. Held in place by the strong arms of his mystery lover, there was only one thing he wanted now.

A name to go with this perfection.

Blurb - Property of Cupid:

The night before Valentine's Day, Greek god Eros must find a virginal sacrifice to calm his inner demon before he turns into the happy-go-lucky, arrow wielding cherub, Cupid. When he finds the perfect victim alone in the gay bar, the raw sensuality between them sizzles and Eros wants more. Unfortunately he's got to play Roman god Cupid for the next twenty-four hours and to his horror there's an arrow in the quiver with Jeremy's name on it.

Jeremy goes home with the feather-clad stranger and is relieved to finally lose his v-card. But the next morning he gets the shock of his life. The tables are turned and he's no longer the desperate lonely bottom, but the sexy hottie every top wants. While shaking his bootie for a free coffee, he hears a blood curdling scream...

Will an ancient Greek god give up half his powers to love a mere human? Or will Cupid loose his golden arrow, letting Jeremy fall in love with another man?

Love is a Mess: A Supposed Crimes
Anthology contains eight stories from eight authors on the topic of misfortune
at Valentine's Day. The topics range from the fun of the moment to the power of
the eternal. Lesbian, gay, and bisexual characters star in their own love and
lust stories—erotic, playful, and thoughtful.

“Supposed
crimes” refers to the idea that homosexuality is outlawed, and that our authors
are being subversive by writing. As times change this becomes more
tongue-in-cheek, but can still apply broadly to our culture. Christians writing
lesbians and men writing lesbians are also subversive ideas in this industry,
and we promote people bending the rules.

A. M. Leibowitz is a spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover
falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. She keeps warm through the long,
cold western New York winters by writing romantic plot twists and happy-for-now
endings. In between noveling and editing, she blogs coffee-fueled, quirky
commentary on faith, culture, writing, and her family at amleibowitz.com.

Adrian J. Smith, aka AJ, loves to write women, and specifically women who are strong,
independent and fall in love with other women. She claims bisexuality but is
probably closer to omnisexual. She's a go with the flow type of person. She
loves writing urban fantasy and creatures and powers of all different kinds.
She also loves writing women in uniform, because let's face it, a woman in
uniform has an irresistible draw. Most of her stories have a romantic element,
but if you want action, drama, plot with a hint of romance, she's the author
for you. Find her at adrianjsmith.wordpress.com.

Amber Kinsey is a part-time federal
employee, full-time geek, and occasional writer. She lives in a suburb of
Nashville, TN with her three cats: one is the light of her life; the other two
are just little stinkers.

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie.
She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days,
she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy.
Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future
explorers. You can find her blog at writery.wordpress.com.

Geonn
Cannon is the author of On the Air, Gemini, World on
Fire, The Following Sea, Tilting at Windmills, Only Flame and Air, Confused by
Shadows, Chasing Dragons, What Matter Wounds?, Silence Out Loud, the Riley
Parra series, Railroad Spine, Gunfire Echoes, the Underdogs series, Girls Don't
Hit, and The Rise and Fall of Radiation Canary. He also wrote an official
tie-in novel for Stargate SG-1 titled "Two Roads" and contributed a
Stargate Atlantis story to the "Far Horizons" anthology. An archive
of free stories can be found at geonncannon.com. When he's not writing, he's
asleep.

L. M. Perrin is an English major who writes fiction to break up the monotony of
analyzing novels. She lives in Leelanau County, also known as Michigan’s pinky
finger, with her dog and the occasional stray cat, and in her opinion there is
nothing wrong with spending a night binging on Netflix and pizza. This is her
first published piece.

Michael DuPuy, while not investigating epistemological dead ends, cultivates a
greater understanding of the folly of man most often by recreating as many of
such folly's as possible through no intent of his own. Michael turned to
writing as a method of perhaps extending his sanity and to justify his coffee
consumption. If anything this tactic has backfired.

Rachael
Orman: Mother by
day. Writer by night. I spend a majority of my day with my children and reading
while my nights are filled with the sound of the keyboard as I work on my next
work.

I have written in F/F, F/F/M, F/F/F and then of course F/M genres.... So,
beware, I do not always have the most 'traditional' scenes. And one day I will
venture into M/M, just have to find the time.

I love to try new things and learn from every piece of work I write. I'll write
just about anything once to learn from it. I've even ventured out of my normal
erotica genre into Monster Erotica. Doubt you'll find me writing anything not
erotic as you can barely get me to even read something out of that category,
but then again, you never know what I might try next.